Thursday, June 29, 2006

I must send my thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet towel with every envelope that needs sealing.

Also, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital (for the 1,387,258th time).

I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.

I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an email to 7 of my friends and make a wish within 5 minutes.

Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer can buy gasoline without taking a man along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas.

I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.

And thanks for letting me know I can't boil a cup water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face...disfiguring me for life.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS, and I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.

I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan.

I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt.

Thank you too for all the endless advice Andy Rooney has given us. I can live a better life now because he's told us how to fix everything.

And thanks to your great advice, I can't ever pick up $5.00 I dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.

Oh, and don't forget this one either! I can no longer drive my car because I can't buy gas from most major gas companies!

If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician...

Have a wonderful day....

Oh...and LASTLY................

New Study

A South American scientist from Argentina, after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain and sexual activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

We're happy to officially change our status from "the 5 Moores" to "the 6 Moores", at least until the end of July. Cousin Ariel is spending some time with us this summer. Ariel has always been like the child we never had to give birth to. From the time she was three she would spend the night at our house, sometimes just for a night, sometimes for a whole week. Now we've got her for five weeks! There is so much to love about Ariel (besides the fact that she didn't give me stretch marks!). She is funny and is a goofball like the rest of the family (save Jermaine). She is very outgoing and adapts to any situation with ease. She is a good girl with a heart for Jesus. She adores Amaya (translation = holds her a lot AND has even changed a diaper or two!). She also puts up with (I mean plays with) Avery and Amelle. Their relationship is like that of siblings - sometimes they play well together, other times they all get on each others nerves. Anyway, it's such a pleasure to have her around. (Right now she's feeding Amaya so that I can write this).

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

We had a really busy weekend, so I've got lots of pictures to share. Jermaine's mom and Ariel came up on Saturday morning and Jeff & Dawn & Malik (Dawn's brother) came up on Saturday afternoon for Avery's birthday party. So we had a whole house full of people. On Sunday we met up with Shaun & Wendy's crew at Fort Foster and enjoyed the day outside - cooking out, hunting down hermit crabs, see-sawing, tossing the frisbee around, and taking a nature walk along the coast. We finished the day off by going out for what else, LOBSTAH! Here are a few pictures:

Thursday, June 22, 2006

...actually just seven years, but the four score part kept popping into my head. Seven years ago today I underwent my first major operation - which resulted in a 3 inch scar and a healthy 8+ pound baby boy. I can't believe he's seven - SEVEN!! He's a kid now. He's an amazing child, our family is so blessed. Happy 7th Birthday Avery!!

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Yes, Mohawk. Will and Avery wanted mohawks and their mothers gave in to the request. Wendy and Shaun thought that it would be adventurous for Wendy and I to actually give the boys their new look, but after a few attempts, Wendy and I realized that we were no beauty school graduates and that we'd better leave hair shaving up to the professionals at Supercuts (and/or Apache Indians). Enjoy the pics...Yes, it's white trashy, but we're good with that. Next, some black t-shirts with the sleeves cut off and spiked wristbands....oh, don't tempt us, we'll do it. Wendy has had to put away all of Will's plaid shorts and Izod polo shirts - they can't be worn until his sides grow back in.

Monday, June 19, 2006

This past weekend we traveled back to Philadelphia. It was a sad occasion, but there was joy in seeing our beloved cousin Ariel, who had spent the last 10+- months in Iowa. The kids were soooo excited to see her and she was soooo excited to meet Amaya. ...So excited, in fact, that Ariel and Grandmom almost came to blows over who was going to get to hold the baby (all disputes were settle with R-P-S though...JK!)

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Flag Day, is a day for all Americans to celebrate and show respect for our flag, its designers and makers. Our flag is representative of our independence and our unity as a nation.....one nation, under God, indivisible. Our flag has a proud and glorious history. It was at the lead of every battle fought by Americans. Many people have died protecting it. It even stands proudly on the surface of the moon. (http://www.holidayinsights.com/other/flagday.htm)

Furthermore, there is a right way and a wrong way to display the flag (who knew?). The American flag should be held in the highest of regards. It represents our nation and the many people who gave their lives for our country and our flag. Here are the basics on displaying the American flag: · The flag is normally flown from sunrise to sunset. · In the morning, raise the flag briskly. At sunset, lower it slowly. Always, raise and lower it ceremoniously. · The flag should not be flown at night without a light on it. · The flag should not be flown in the rain or inclement weather. · After a tragedy or death, the flag is flown at half staff for 30 days. It's called "half staff" on land ,and "half mast" on a ship. · When flown vertically on a pole, the stars and blue field , or "union", is at the top and at the end of the pole (away from your house). · The American flag is always flown at the top of the pole. Your state flag and other flags fly below it. · The union is always on top. When displayed in print, the stars and blue field are always on the left. · Never let your flag touch the ground, never...period. · Fold your flag when storing. Don't just stuff it in a drawer or box. · When your flag is old and has seen better days, it is time to retire it. Old flags should be burned or buried. Please do not throw it in the trash. (http://www.holidayinsights.com/other/flagday.htm)

Sunday, June 11, 2006

I guess one of the benefits to the construction/endless rain mix is that it creates a play opportunity for the children. Yesterday Avery and Ryan decided to "mudboard" down the muddy tractor tracks that lead to our backyard. Since we're having a new leach field put in, there is no shortage of dirt around and the slope on the side of the house made combined with several weeks of rain made for optimal mudboarding conditions.Here's the obligatory "Hi-5""Hmmm..can we get any dirtier?" The "shower"

Friday, June 09, 2006

Many people have inquired about how the house is coming along, so here's an update:

This is the dining room, don't let the picture fool you, it's not finished - no trim or paint yet, & missing a few other finishing touches, but I'm hopeful that by the end of next week that will have changed. This room is in contention for the first complete room of the house. This is the kitchen minus the oven, microwave, countertop, and sink! The corian people are coming out today to make a template, so I should have a functional kitchen sink next Friday! Hallelujah!This is what I refer to as "Command Central". It's really our living room, minus furniture and it's where I've been working and doing school work. We're planning on getting new furniture in here once the fireplace and trim are finished. We haven't picked anything out yet though. This is our bedroom. It's getting there, but still needs some baseboard trim...and the closet and bathroom aren't finished at all.This is the kids bathroom, this room is also in contention for the 1st room to be completed, just needs to be painted, some finish work on the tile and the mirror to be hung. This is also my only working sink in the house.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

There are certain advantages that having 3 c-sections affords a person: no labor, scheduled delivery, 8 weeks of short term disability, and explaining to your offspring that the doctor cut them out of your belly when they pose the inevitable question, “how did I get out of your belly?”. On Tuesday, Amelle broached the subject with Wendy, who had no choice but to come clean and divulge that Will came out of her “pee-pee”. I wasn’t present for this discussion, but from what I understand Amelle was disturbed by this news. She asked Wendy if she had to take her underwear off and then told her it was disgusting. She informed me that she never wanted to have a baby and I told her that she didn’t have to. I assured her that God doesn’t give babies to little girls, and that she wouldn’t have to worry about it until after she was married. She said she couldn’t stop thinking about it, even in her sleep.

It was apparent that she couldn’t stop thinking about it because the very next morning she informed Avery of this groundbreaking news while we were driving. I eves dropped on this conversation while peering through the rear-view mirror. “Avery, Auntie Wendy pushed Will out of her pee pee”“Nah ahh”“Yah haa”“Nah ahh”“Yah haa”Avery looked up at me and I nodded solemnly, affirming this news. A smile of disbelief formed across his little face, “She must have a big weener”, he innocently stated. “Gi-normous!”

Later that night when Jermaine returned home, Amelle approached him with her secret, “Wanna know somethin’?” She lowered her voice, “Auntie Wendy pushed Will out of her pee pee…..and she had to take her underwear off!”

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

When I was a little girl I had a little plaque in my room, it read "Today is the first day of the rest of your life". As a child, I never could figure out the wisdom in that saying. I was like "no duh..".

On Monday after Jermaine left for work that saying came to mind. Instead of busying myself with everything that needed to be done, I took the kids to Fort Foster to enjoy our new surroundings. The kids played on the rocky shore for a while as Amaya and I watched on.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

It was a harrowing adventure, fueled by rain in six states, 2 hours of bumper-to-bumper traffic, a headache, two restless kids that kept hitting each other, and a 24’ truck with no steering and brakes…but we made it.

This move has been blessed by the Lord; His Grace is written all over it. From the many, many hands that have helped to get the house together, to the friends that have come through with helping hands, lifting boxes and holding cranky babies and playing with restless kids. To the job situation: Jermaine is enjoying his new job and I’ve got some sticks in the fire (that’s not right, is it?) – you know what I mean, I’ve got some interviews and stuff going on.

Things are still a bit rustic; we’re washing baby bottles in the bathroom because the kitchen counter isn’t due in until later this month. Appliances are due to be delivered today, so it’s been two days with a refrigerator that only Indiana Jones would attempt to get to (and I’m no Indiana Jones) and no other appliances. The oven won’t be in until late June, so we’re looking forward to many grilled dinners and cereal. There are snakes that need to find a new place to live since they cannot stay in my garage or backyard. Things aren’t perfect, but they’re great….if that makes any sense?